Author's Note: Alright, sorry for the wait but I have finally written up another chapter. College is just getting in the way and so is work so my writing time is limited. Anyways, this chapter is a combination of missing scene and point-of-view. The missing scene is of Alex, Clear and Carter at the airport as they head off to France (Clear's point-of-view), then a flash back in the movie (Alex/Clear centered of course - Alex's point-of- view) and finally the scene in Paris at the movie's end where Carter gets it.ouch!

~*~ Denotes change of character POV

"Are you deliberately trying to miss this flight, Browning?"

Carter huffed irritated, kicking Alex's feet, causing his head against my shoulder to suddenly jerk awake.

"What?" he responded drowsily.

Here we are, right in the middle of JFK airport, awaiting our flight to Paris and already Carter wants to start another fight with Alex. And as usual I'm the designated referee. Six months had passed since Flight 180 and the debacle with Death and I thought, the for once, Carter would be nice to Alex. My boyfriend who had saved his ass more than once and how does Carter repay him? Nothing but snide remarks and the opportunity to start a fight. Ever since we decided to actually go to Paris to make up for our lost trip, Carter's been on edge. I think the idea of flying has got to him.

"The Paris flight? You know, the one we decided to go on to pay our respects to everyone from Flight 180? You better not get another one of them whaddya call its cos if ya do."

"Change the record Carter," Alex told him, obviously not awake and not in the mood to start fighting. He put his head back down on my shoulder and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Well it was, since Carter had kicked him again.

"Don't be a jerk off. You'll hurt him."

"Oh come on, Clear. I'm just making sure he doesn't fall asleep and go off to plane crash dream land."

"Hey, that was a one off!" Alex defended, sitting up properly, now fully awake.

I didn't understand how Alex took such bullshit from Carter. How anyone in high school took bullshit from Carter. On the outside, he was this merciless jock who could kick your ass if you had so much glanced at him the wrong way. But really on the inside, he was just like the rest of us. He had the same fears and insecurities as anyone else. He could be nice when he wanted to be. So why did he put on such a hard front?

"Whatever," dismissed Carter. "Anyways the point is, everyone is boarding the plane. And I for one am not missing this opportunity to be sipping some beer on a French side-street."

I glanced over at the flight charter and confirmed Carter's comment by turning to Alex and giving him a nod. He yawned and got to his feet.

"Alright. Ready?"

"Sure am."

We picked up our hand luggage and headed over to the gate and at the same time took out our tickets. We quickly scanned the tickets when Carter let out a low, infuriated mumble.

"Great! Just fuckin' great!"

"Carter keep your voice down." I said through gritted teeth, not wanting to have him kicked off the plane again like last time. What was I saying about him being nice? This was certainly not one of those moments.

"What now?" Alex sighed, rolling his eyes.

"The seats. I'm a coupla rows behind you guys."

"The tickets were originally booked for Clear and I." Alex explained. "What did you expect to be sitting with us? You only decided last minute to come on board with the whole memoriam trip to Paris. Taking so long to decide put your chance of being next to us right out the window."

"Am I not supposed to have doubts about flying, hmm? You seem to have put the past few months right behind you!"

"I've not." Alex told him. "Remember what happened to me? I couldn't sleep the night of the crash. Feeling guilty for having that vision. Guilty for what happened to everyone after the crash. Not to mention the fact I almost lost my life by trying to save the one person that actually meant something to me? No, Carter. I don't have any doubts at all."

The sarcasm at the tail end of his voice made me want to giggle but I suppressed a laugh in case Carter took it the wrong way.

"Alright wise guy." Carter snorted, shuffling past me to hand over his ticket first. "I get the picture."

The flight attendant took his ticket and snapped off the end. Then doing the same with Alex's and mine.

"Now I'm gonna be stuck next to some retarded loser watching some crappy in- flight movie-made-for-TV nonsense." He grumbled, marching down the corridor that led to the plane's opening.

I glanced beseechingly at Alex. If this was going to be Carter's attitude then I was not spending a day with him in Paris let alone a week.

"Don't worry about him." Alex reassured me, putting his arm around me, as we walked down the corridor. "He's just a little frustrated. It'll pass. Always does. This Carter Horton we're talking about."

That was what I loved most about Alex. His ability to make me feel better and make all the worries of the world dissipate in one single charming smile. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him. It was very hard to comprehend that just a couple of months ago, we hadn't even looked at each other, let alone said a word to each other. And now here we are about to spend a week in Paris, the romance capital of the world. It was initially meant to be that way until I stupidly mentioned that Carter should come too. I had wanted to spend more time alone with Alex but leaving Carter out wasn't really fair. He needed a break too. When he refused at first, I was actually relieved. But then he got this urge to go and hence where we are now: squabbling over the seating arrangement. Well, Carter was. I was quite happy where I was.

~*~

We were nearer the front of the plane than Carter was. To be honest, I was quite relieved. Clear and I could get that free-of-Carter time I had initially hoped for way back at the start. I wanted to surprise Clear with a get away break to Paris to try and put the Flight 180 misery behind us. Get to know each other better than we already did. I knew I loved her, but I wanted to find out why she made me feel this way. I think it's the connection we made so late in our high school lives. Again, it all relates back to that horrible plane nightmare. In fact, she was the only good thing to come out of that. And I was grateful for having her in my life and I tell her that every day as well. Sounds corny, yes. But it's how I feel.

I finished putting the bags up into the overhead compartment, shut it down and proceeded to sit down in my seat. As long as I don't fall asleep over the next 6 hours or so then I'm good to go. I noticed an empty seat at the end of our seats, next to Clear. I wondered if it would remain that way or if someone would fill it. Most likely the latter, the queue to get on the plane seemed pretty big. I clicked on my seat belt the second I sat down. I was not taking any chances. Clear noticed my unease immediately.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." I said. That didn't sound too reassuring did it?

"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that to convince me."

"No, I'm fine. Trust me."

"It'll be okay baby. Lightening doesn't strike twice."

"You're right. It was a one off, right?"

"Right."

"Uh, Clear?"

"Yeah?"

"Just make sure I don't fall asleep, okay?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you." She nodded and smiled that sweet smile. Then she raised her eyebrows at me, taking on quite the cheeky little, not so innocent expression I was beginning to know the meaning of.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. You're not trying to tempt me into something I'll regret, are you?" I said, playing along with her. The mighty Clear Rivers could tease but I could tease much better. And it'll have much more effect over anything she could do.

"Hmmm.maybe. Do you want me to?"

"You know what I want?"

"What's that?"

I leaned forward and kissed her, and I think it took her quite by surprise to be honest. On a plane full of people, watching you, scrutinising your every move, rolling their eyes muttering "teens" in the most distasteful manner imaginable. But I didn't care. If anyone had a problem with me kissing my girlfriend then I would set the irrepressible Carter Horton on them. Then they would know all about it. She quickly jumped back from me and looked me straight in the face.

"I'm winning." I proclaim.

"No you're not." She tells me. "I'm not letting you. Won't let you."

"Oh but I think you will."

"Won't."

"Will."

"Won't."

"Will." I stated more firmly, brushing some random tendrils from her face. It was weird seeing Clear blonde. Not that I didn't like blonde, I just didn't think it was the colour she would go and dye her hair. My thoughts seemed to spill out as what I was thinking ended becoming my next line.

"Is this you going "blonde" on me?"

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, Mr Browning."

"Oh definitely the first, definitely."

I pulled her to me again and resumed my soft kisses.

"Oh you two aren't deliberately trying to make me yak are you?"

I pulled away to look up into the eyes of Carter.

"If I wanted to spill my guts out then I would have auditioned for a low- budget horror film."

"Full of the jokes aren't we Carter?" Clear remarked, sighing and straightening her hair out.

What was I saying about setting Carter on people who had a problem with showing my affections? Hmm. I wonder if I could set him loose on himself. He shrugged a response to Clear and began to shuffle his bag into the overhead compartment above our heads.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like, Browning?"

"It looks like your invading our space."

"Well, you won't believe this, but something whack happened up at my seat. I had to give it up for an elderly French woman on her way home to Paris. The flight attendants told me go and find another seat so she could sit with some other French passengers. And I spotted a free one up here so here I am. 'Full of the jokes'."

His last comment was deliberately fired at Clear who just raised her eyebrow at him. Before I could say anything at Carter such as telling him to lay off, he had parked himself down in the seat next to Clear. She flinched slightly from him and then straightened herself in the seat.

"So I don't want to see any lovey-dovey activity between you two, okay? I want to have my insides intact before I step off this plane. It would just be insult to injury seeing as the in-flight movie is Sleepless In Seattle. I don't think I could stomach 'Sleepless In Paris'."

He smirked at me. I could tell this would be a long flight. A very long flight. I looked to Clear who just shook her head. There goes some quality alone time. Just wait until Paris. I was definitely not sharing with Carter now. I'd rather have a room of my own in the basement.

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Okay I'll try and get the next part online as quick as I can. The next part will have a little flash back to a scene in the movie and will be in Alex's point of view. Then it will go on to the last scene of the movie, simply transcribed out with the point-of-view of the chosen character: Clear.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please R and R. Now some food is calling me after all that writing!